Remember, oh lord, what is come upon us consider, and behold are approach aren't hair tenses turn the strangest, or houses to aliens. We are orphans and fatherless, are mothers are is widows.We have drunken our water for money our wood is sold unto us.Our necks are under persecution we labour, and have no rest.We have given the hand to the egyptians, and to the assyrians, to be satisfied with bread.